Estelle hears a dry rustling noise in the patch of tall grass and wild daisies near their camp. She looks in the direction of the noise and sees two green lights shining in the dark, near to the ground. Her blood turns to ice and her hair seems to physically stand on end.
“Look, Papa, look,” she screams.
Papa grabs his Mauser and aims it at the eyes, ready to fire. The eyes stop moving forward. They stay still in the dark, looking at them.
Is it a hyena?
Nothing moves in the vast stillness of the African night.
Written for the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge hosted by Charli Mills. You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2020/02/06/february-6-flash-fiction-challenge/